text_original: Lessons would be another thing If I might turn from book and scroll, And learn to gallop round a ring, As he did when a little foal. It must be charming to be shod, And beautiful beyond my praise, When tired of rolling on the sod, To stand upon all fours and graze!
text_transcription: LESSONS WOULD BE ANOTHER THING IF I MIGHT TURN FROM BOOK AND SCROLL AND LEARN TO GALLOP ROUND A RING AS HE DID WHEN A LITTLE FOAL IT MUST BE CHARMING TO BE SHOD AND BEAUTIFUL BEYOND MY PRAISE WHEN TIRED OF ROLLING ON THE SOD TO STAND UPON ALL FORCE AND GRACE
phonemes: lˈɛsənz wʊd biː ɐnˈʌðɚ θˈɪŋ ɪf aɪ mˌaɪt tˈɜːn fɹʌm bˈʊk ænd skɹˈoʊl, ænd lˈɜːn tə ɡˈæləp ɹˈaʊnd ɐ ɹˈɪŋ, æz hiː dˈɪd wɛn ɐ lˈɪɾəl fˈoʊl. ɪt mˈʌst biː tʃˈɑːɹmɪŋ təbi ʃˈɑːd, ænd bjˈuːɾifəl bᵻjˌɔnd maɪ pɹˈeɪz, wˌɛn tˈaɪɚd ʌv ɹˈoʊlɪŋ ɔnðə sˈɑːd, tə stˈænd əpˌɑːn ˈɔːl fˈɔːɹz ænd ɡɹˈeɪz!